#i will cook your teeth

[exahustedarkansasrat]

[jimmyspades]

[pumpkingeorge]

I wish this game would cut back on the bug death :(

[aserpent]

because lucifer's true form is a draconic serpent ... some habits never die, hence he does like to eat raw meat + bones at times. sharp teef.

[burning-thistles-bt]

I wrote one (1) sentence today! :D

[yesloulou]

Said I wasn’t gonna incriminate myself but here we are 😌 cookin up a fic where Max struggles with the guilt of how hard he gets every time he sees Daniel “big brown cow eyes” Ricciardo crying (the dumbass thinks it’s some totally straight alpha male response to seeing his rival in a weak position lol he’s wrong)

oh my god 😳😳😳😳😳

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Ah, yes. Keeping “trophies” from people you have intimately violent relationships with (one of whom is your child’s killer, the rest also responsible for thousands of collective deaths monthly) is 100% sane behavior, not deranged at all.

Batman #636 (2005)

[regularshcw]

fanny tag dump !

🍽️ fanny // ic / it was the feast and the famine 🍽️ fanny // about / let me wrap my teeth around the world 🍽️ fanny // musings / they took your soul and they took you for fools 🍽️ fanny // likes / aesthetic / i wanna smell the dinner cooking ; i wanna feel the edges start to burn 🍽️ fanny // music / new kids hear the sound of the drummin' ; mother nature your summer is coming 🍽️ fanny // starter call / putting food on the table selling bombs and guns 🍽️ fanny // visage / crumbs enough for everyone ; old and young are welcome to the meal

[mars-ipan]

i just ate a whole thing of brussels sprouts

[cacaitos]

who was it that stated that green plantain had to be the essential dominican dinner food i will hunt you and your descendants.

[professionallydeadinside]

Theyre going to see my bones soon

They want to know if my bones are crooked

Thats none of their business

My crooked bones are mine

Why are so many mutuals of mine into bones what in the sans undertale

[kikun]

chomp ... chew chew chew. chomp. chomp chomp chomp. bitey bite bite.

❝ Get away from me you FILTHY MUTT. ❞

[lovedthestars-toofondly]

THANK YOU for the surgery advice! I made the mistake of looking up wisdom teeth removal videos and freaked myself out. Having personal anecdotes is helping me to stay positive about my upcoming surgery. What kind of foods did you eat when you were recovering?

Glad it was helpful!

I had a lot of applesauce, vegetable soup (no chunks), yoghurt, rice pudding... fish (baked) was fine too. tiramisu (no alcohol). and whatever the goy version of challah is called in English, dipped in milk. by the end of it I was REALLY craving savoury food.

I was actually able to eat pizza again 5 days after the surgery, albeit very very slowly (chewing with your incisors is.. not very effective), but the only reason that happened was because it was a holiday family gathering and that's what was on the menu. I would not necessarily recommend doing this on purpose.

Basically anything that's already liquid-adjacient is your friend. During the first few days chewing anything will take forever, and between that, the exhaustion, and the rather limited menu eating can become a bit of a chore. After a week I was mostly fine though – still avoiding acid and spicy food, and.. like, sharp splintery stuff like crisps and well toasted bread, but getting back to normal.

Oh, and I don't know what sorts of painkillers you'll get, but had 600mg ibuprofen and was taking 3-4 a day at the start, which caused some queasiness. mint tea helped with that.

So basically – the first three or so days are going to kind of suck, be kind to yourself and get as much rest as you can, after that it'll get steadily better

[glassrooibos]

I could not stop thinking about this. The only cue you get is the ingredients keep getting more and more unnerving, and like the prep you have to do to make the food gets more and more elaborate??? GIMEE THE GAME.

Cooking horror game where you play as a cook working in the galley of a ship in the 1800s. There’s some kind of supernatural nautical horror story going on in the background but you barely notice this because you spend all day cooking in the galley.

[goblinbugthing]

man i fucking love pretzels with chocolate but i cant eat pretzels super often anymore bc theyre crunchy and hurt my teeth if i eat too many of them at once

so i came up with a solution:

slice of bread, nutella on it, and a lil sea salt sprinkled on top. A Leedol Treat For Me

[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”